The game is not our life The crowd is not our friend The silence isn’t wrong The middle’s not the end Our customs have us bow Conceding to the day — But silence tells a truth We speak no other Way
A journey Matutinal A woman Amorevolous A patration in stibograms
The problem with the philosophy of “Live and Let Live”? People do not want to do either
Does value have meaning? Significance, purpose? Is life just a poorly-run, foul-smelling circus? Are all of us doomed to be what we appear? Is there more to life than Doritos and beer? Is French the one language we’re all meant to speak? Does no spinach make you an Iron-Poor Sheikh? Can one really lose weight … Continue reading "Unanswerable Questions"